At the point where I do not believe I can not take anymore, I get a call and it is a sound that makes my heart skip a beat and brings complete joy to me, it is the voice of my only true love. We talk of trivial things, which at the moment seem to be things that have so much importance that they could determine the fate of the world. One thing in which sets my mind a race is a certain fact in which she tells me. It is of how she is always in my area of habitation, only one time of the year for one day. She tells me of the date and of the location in which she will be and I write all this down, now praising this paper as if it were gold. I plan and I plan for this day, this day I will be with my love. A whole day, it seems to be almost unreal. I finally make up my mind in which I shall do for this day. I decide to tell her of my feelings toward her and finally end this everlasting battle of thought in my head.
The days roll by so slowly till it finally, finally gets to the day in which I will meet her and my plan is planted deep inside my sanity. I arrive at the designated place and she is there. The delight at this instance is indescribable. I decide not to tell her now of my feeling, in fear that it will ruin the rest of the day if the outcome is bad. I put it off even longer, reassuring myself that I still have time, when in reality time is whittling away faster and faster. We laugh and we chat. We have great fun and it all seems like it is lasting for all time but in both of our minds we know it is getting later in the day and closer for her time to leave. The time for her departure arrives no matter how much I try to delay it and now it is the time of determination. My time has run out and now I must act on the time I do have left. Before she gets in the car, we embrace in a long hug and before she lets go she gives me a little kiss on the cheek, so simple, yet so meaningful to me. She starts to enter her car and in one last chance I yell out to her. "Wait!" I say, in a desperate voice, "I have to tell you something." "Have a safe trip." I say in a concealing voice. Concealing my disappointment of myself. She thanks me and starts to drive off. "I love you," I say as if she is still next to me. Why couldn't I say it? Why couldn't I say these three simple, yet all meaningful, words that in which I had set my mind to say? My heart evermore devastated now, more than it has ever been in previous times of grief.
Now you see me at my present being, no more than a shadow of a duck. For what is not thought of less than a duck's shadow. It is not acknowledged like other objects, but it is still there. That is how I feel I should be thought upon. I had the perfect opportunity to tell the one I loved the feeling in which I felt and I missed it. All I ask of you now is that you leave me be, by my window and let me think up a way to forget this all or I will never be able to continue on.
The end
Back home or go to the next story?
| A Dark Corner of Secrets home The Love of Sir Gallont the next story Poems |
